Among the two powerful strikes, they slammed into each other.
The old Holy Master of Jianchi Holy Land is indeed a generation of outstanding people, and the mana he left in the sword talisman is also unprecedentedly huge.
In the tunnel of the underground palace, a loud roaring sound was suddenly released, and the rumbling sound echoed in all directions.
With the sword energy in front of him, the golden light handprint suddenly encountered an unprecedented obstacle, unable to make an inch of progress.
At this time z.com Zhang Si. Seeing this scene, Wei Mengting couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and turned around to meet Lu Yu.
"Why is it you!" Wei Mengting's eyes widened, apparently stunned for a moment.
Back then in the Imperial Capital, Lu Yu gave her such a deep impression that even though she hadn't seen him for a long time, she still recognized Lu Yu immediately when she saw Lu Yu.
Seeing that Lu Yu was still rushing over, Wei Mengting couldn't help but anxiously said: "Go, it's dangerous!"
Could it be that this kid is crazy?
Can't he see what's going on behind him?
But just as Wei Mengting finished speaking, there was a sharp gust of wind behind her.
Wei Mengting quickly turned around to look, only to see that the Holy Land Sword Talisman she was so proud of had consumed the last bit of power and dissipated into the air.
After all, the sword energy released by the Lord of the Sword Pond did not completely destroy the huge golden handprint.
A ghost monk slowly walked out of the turbulent Yin Qi.
Surrounded by Yin Qi, the ghost monk has completely turned into a skeleton. In the dark eye sockets, there seems to be a dark flame burning.
It was exactly what Lu Yu encountered before, the ghost monk Xuanzang!
The countless arms that I saw just now from the ghost aura in all directions were all illusioned by the light wheel behind the ghost monk.
One by one golden Buddhist runes manifested around the ghost monk, circling around him, and faintly echoed the sound of Buddhist Chanting in all directions.
This seemingly merciful Buddhist technique was performed by such a creature that is neither human nor ghost. Coupled with the yin energy that enveloped it from all directions, the aura of this ghost monk became even more strange.
The ghost monk was in the pale palm, grasping the sword energy in front of him.
Ka Ka Ka!
A crisp sound suddenly resounded in all directions.
The Supreme Sword Qi, in the hands of the ghost monk, is like a plaything, easily smashed to pieces.
The incomparably precious sword talisman also lost its last strength and turned into a mass of ashes.
"Not good!" Seeing this scene, Wei Mengting only felt a tingling scalp.
强牺 7huan.com 读牺。 That is the most powerful sword symbol left to her by her grandfather.
However, in the hands of this ghost, he couldn't hold on for a stick of incense.
The masters of the Wei family who followed Wei Mengting fled desperately along the way, and in the end she was the only one left.
"Damn, I don't believe you can defeat Xuan Tie." Wei Mengting bit her red lips tightly, and a long sword was already drawn in her hand.
She is the next successor of Jianchi Holy Land, even in the face of a strong enemy, it is still impossible to sit still.
"Three Thousand Sword Immortals, kill!"
With a flick of Wei Mengting's fingers, a sword flower appeared on the long sword in her hand, and thousands of sword qi crisscrossed all directions, forming phantoms of sword immortals out of thin air.
This is the Three Thousand Sword Immortals of the Sword Pool Holy Land!
Make big z.com make owls. Each of them is a top-ranking sword cultivator in the world today.
Wei Mengting summoned three thousand phantoms of sword immortals to transform people with swords, and each used different sword moves to attack and kill the ghost monk from all directions